An Ode to a daughter and a note to myself.

• @ @ “I am in awe of you. After living with you for some time I’m amazed how you did all you did one-handed, half of your vision, and with a drop foot. You lived alone with no help like this.”

Death’s door

Today Dad and I talked about trajectories. Something besides the strokes. I reminisce on when I was genuinely suicidal. Mental illness and mental anguish is nothing to be denied or dismissed. I had recently failed neuro anatomy at that time and was reconsidering discontinuing school after trying so hard and…

A Poor Pour: Other inner musings and external happenings

Below are 3 am excerpts of inner streams of consciousnesses.

I did something radical. I chose myself. I decided to prioritize myself before my career. I decided that I wasn’t going to kill myself getting to…

Aunt Betty

I departed the hospital this time in October 2021, feeling stronger yet silly. I had truly almost died for my education and thought nothing…

Reinvention & Reconsideration: Don’t call it Comeback. Road to a Come-Up

“I CAN’T DO IT” I whined as my occupational therapist aided me in my reaching and grabbing exercises.

“It’s ok that’s why you’re here.” She reassured.

Reflection. Inspiration. Encouragement.

Agency and control are intimidating to me. It’s easier to be told what to do. It’s easier to be parented, to be on…